All language subtitles for Moll.Flanders.1996

Hmm.

If this thing were any more powerful…

you could see the Lord himself
in his heaven.

Well, as I say…

if you want a job done well,
don't leave it to a lesser man.

Come! Come!

Bugger off! No!

Come on! Behave, will you?

Girl you have the devil in you!

You're running my feet off!

Ah! Stop wiggling!

Hold still, child!

Let me go! Let me go!

Stop it, child!

Behave yourself!

I could find you
a quieter one if you like.

Child!

Be still, child!

Show him the pendant.

- Oh, yes!
- You're no help, child!

That is as described.

Let me go!

How dare you!

I have a more terrible
lesson for this child.

It's been an overly long
adventure locating you.

As we may be together for some
considerable time, young lady…

allow me to introduce myself.

That little vixen will bite it.

Miss Flora, my name is Hibble.

Your mother, Moll Flanders…

was a murderess,
a whore, and a thief.

By her own account.

The loss of her soul, to some…

was of as little consequence…

as an ember drafting up a chimney.

I am instructed by a wealthy benefactor…

to offer you the chance
to accompany me.

In return for your board and keep…

I am to read you this:

The firsthand memoirs of your mother.

Your benefactor hopes that you might…

note any seeds of her character…
that might try to, root in you.

Do you understand my words?

She doesn't respond to words.

I'll respond to anybody that treats me.

Like I've got a soul as good as them.

Indeed, there is much of her in you.

What is it?

I was separated from
a considerable amount of coin…

on the grounds that only silk
would suffice.

Are you taking me into sin?

- I'll spend ten eternities...
- You may rest easy.

Circumstances have taught me
that a man's ethics…

are the only possessions
he'll take beyond the grave.

Pray dress yourself.

Now to business.

"My name is Moll Flanders."

"I was born some thirty
years ago in a prison in London."

"But my body, a female,
and my station, a bastard…"

My station, a bastard,
is a prison of the flesh…

that I have worn
for the length of my life.

Convicted for some theft so small…

that its significance
was lost to all memory…

my mother gave up her virtue
to a prison guard...

Push! Push!

In the age of reason, even
the English were too genteel…

to execute a pregnant woman.

So, my mother received nine
precious extra months of life.

And then, was hanged
as a thief that night.

Deprived of my mother
by the authorities…

I was delivered to their
machine of civic love…

a home for orphans and foundlings.

Millgate Prison.
Another of the Lord's lost.

Never stops them, does it?
Boy or girl?

- Boy or girl?
- Girl.

Flanders. Moll Flanders.

God help her.

My mother had sold the
only thing of value she had.

Her hair.

I tried to navigate my early life…

by what she'd purchased for me.

A tuppeny brass cross.

There are some who'd say…

I'd grown up an ungrateful wretch.

Even as a young woman
I'd betrayed those.

Who fed me and gave me
spiritual sanctuary.

Moll. You, don't!

You're mad.

Quiet!

What is that?

It's for the poor, mother.

Bless me, father, for I have sinned.

I had a jealousy of Mary Barnes…

and I wished Sister Orian would die.

Have you had impure
thoughts, my child?

I've been thinking of you.

Oh.

And what are those thoughts, my child?

Hmm?

- If I did something...
- What would that be, my child?

This! Ah!

Keep your hands to yourself, Satan.

Confess! He's the sinner!

Stop your lying, Moll Flanders!

I am not a liar!

He's touched every one of us!

Hold the evil tongue!

Liar!

Damned from birth,
just like your mother!

You've no right to wear
the cross of Christ!

You take that and I'll call
the Devil himself after you!

- Yeah?
- Sure as hell roasts souls…

He knows what you've been doing!

No! Leave her the Lord's symbol,
father. I'll get her to confess.

Then do it!

Do it! Do it!

It's a man's world, Molly.

He'd beat you to death
to hold his position.

Don't you understand that?

If you believe me, why
won't you go to the bishop?

You are so young.

Let the Lord take care of them.

But I thought you
were a Sister to do good.

I do, the best I can.

You're scared of him too, aren't you?

Well, I'm not going to fear
any man of flesh and blood.

No matter what costume he wears.

If God made me in his image…

shouldn't my thoughts
and my ideas be like his?

If you have any use
for my miserable life…

I pray help me.

Whisper in my heart...

A sign...

Don't be losing your mental parts, Moll.

Where are you going?

I am a sparrow.

Despite the depravity of my past…

and the uncertainty of my future…

I shared a strange joy…

amongst the least of
the Lord's feathered flocks.

"I had discovered a truth of nature."

"Hope comes to the young
as naturally as spring rains..."

My mother, did you know her?

Can a man truly know any woman?

You've got a snake
for a tongue, haven't you?

You say her book tells her
as a foul murderer, and worse?

Well, some of her stories
were quite unparalleled.

Why would anyone help the
daughter of one such as that?

- Perhaps to discharge a debt.
- Just who is my benefactor?

The answers will come…

but not if your mouth is
working harder than your ears.

- Just, who is my benefactor?
- Either you have no patience or no manners.

A woman of wealth
has taken up your interest.

One Mrs. Allworthy.

Despite her high position…

she has earned a terrible reputation…

for being incited to cruelty.

It is suggested she had to leave England…

because her vexatious deeds…

might have got her gullet slit.

I warn you. Curb your antics.

And you would deliver me
to such a person? Bloody hell!

It is my fondest hope that
your sweetness and purity…

will transform her.

What is me mother's part
in this madness?

Your mother, God rest her soul,
was Mrs. Allworthy's maid.

I'm just the daughter
of some ninny servant girl?

She was a remarkable woman.

How'd this remarkable
mother of mine die?

Push. Push.

I have planned this
trip to the last detail…

and my schedule will be played out.

Well, I have the need to pee
in my schedule.

As I said, I planned for every detail.

Ugh.

Lord, Child! How long can it take to pee?

I say, aren't you done yet?

Ah, damn!

Watch yourself!

See, dad's right. It's just like you said.

Let go of me!

Cunning little whippet, ain't she?

You son of a whore and a horse's ass!

As I said, I planned for every detail.

Ugh! Ahh!

Now, where was I?

Ah.

"Life was making me..."

A student of her mysteries.

She sometimes provides a fortune…

and sometimes a disaster.

- I'm not going back!
- She's a madwoman!

But one clear message I started to glean:

No matter what your station,
never surrender hope.

Get in there!

My pell-mell flight
had brought me to a suburb.

Whose tax rolls were overwhelmed.

Supporting the spawns
of lost young women.

They would give me sanctuary.

Satisfied?

Presuming, of course…

certain conditions could be met.

Ahem.

She is intact, sir.

Ah.

Well, young lady, I have arranged…

with these gentlefolk of good conscience…

to take in such strays as yourself.

Do not let your conscience fail them.

Or you will know my wrath.

Understand me?

I may be born from nothing, but…

I've all the sense I need
to value my fortune.

Welcome to the family.

So, unbelievably, like some Cinderella…

I was to complete
my journey to womanhood.

With the daughters of one
Mrs. Mazzawatti…

learning the accomplishments
of a well-brought-up young lady.

Such as dancing, French,
music, and charity.

Have some bread.

What are you in here for?

None of your business.

Go take your pleasure
at someone else's expense.

Pleasure?

If not for you, for your baby.

It's Christmas. Go on.

Thank you.

Have some bread.

Bread?

I'm very sick. A drink?

You fool! That's jail fever!

Them spot's as good as the hangman.

Moll, it's smallpox!

Save your mercy for those
with a better chance!

Who better deserves my mercy?

Put one at every point.

Molly's got the pox.

♫ Molly's got the pox ♫

♫ A tissue, a tissue ♫

♫ We all fall down ♫

It's not funny.

I see a spot on her cheek.

Ooh, and another!

Going to save a hanging, Moll?

You want me dead?

Do for me yourself, then go on.

We have our butcher slaughter the pigs.

You've shamed me.

If you want to see the sort of
charity I expect from a daughter…

tonight Moll was a living lesson.

Go and get ready for our guests.

That's if I'm not too
embarrassed to be seen with you.

I'm sure it's just the
excitement of the season, ma'am.

I wish it was, Moll.

By unconscious design…

I was becoming a stone
in the comfortable shoe.

Of this household.

I realized I might be
stealing something I never had:

A mother's love for her children.

How something so ugly can
be so quickly fashionable, ay?

Quite so.

Quite so.

Thank you, sir.

If I were young, I'd marry my daughters…

and I'd get me to the sugar islands.

There's fortunes to be plucked
from the ground there.

That's the life! Sun and money.

And no damn gout!

What plans have you for
the future, young lady?

Well, I always thought
I'd become a Sister of Mercy.

But I reckon that's too hard a road…

for anyone with their own ideas.

And what are those ideas?

Well, one day I want my own coach.

With a glass roof, so I
can see the stars at night.

How charming. Indeed.

Ahem.

- Moll, isn't it?
- Yes.

Thank you. Let me help you serve, Moll.

Many hands make light work.

But I want to repay
the Mazzawatti's hospitality.

He's right. This is your first
Christmas at your friends' table.

- Let us show you our hospitality.
- Serve me, Jeremy.

Moll's first. She's the guest.

The Mazzawatti sisters planned
acts of war against me.

Their weapons were to be
their superior culture.

I returned their assaults.

My arsenal was something feral
that nature had provided me...

A sense of self that these
women would never understand…

let alone possess.

Bravo, Moll! Bravo, Moll!

On boxing day…

I was taken ill with
great disfavors of the stomach.

I feared at first that
the Mazzawatti girls.

Had plotted to poison me.

But as fate was to twist me, I was wrong.

They were capable of
a crime against me…

I had just not foreseen its nature.

Well, young lady.

It seems your conscience…

has proved quite an inspiration
to this family.

They sold some of
their Christmas jewelry…

to raise funds for the poor.

Sparked by your acts of kindness…

they entered an area so rough…

even my men go in squads.

The price of their compassion
was their virtue.

Wracked by my own guilt…

I could not stay.

Adam, the Butler, told me of
another home for young ladies.

Run by a gentlewoman
who was privy to those…

of the highest ranks of society.

With my head down against
the rawness of the dark air…

all I remember is
the flickering yellow sheen.

Of the night lanterns
on the road beneath my feet.

At the end of our journey,
amidst the yellow lanterns…

was one additional reflection.

I found it rich, and so pretty.

"I found it rich, and so pretty."

I'm just resting my eyes.

You are learning from her story?

No! I want your dumb sermon over with.

Whoa!

For nine years, I've sent
agents to scour the countryside.

And now I myself have searched every
parsonage, charity, and workhouse…

to find the sweet little lost
daughter of my mistress' maid.

I ain't delivering some scullery hellcat…

whose tongue is bigger than her
britches, that's for bloody sure!

Now you listen or so help me…

I'll return you to that palace
of God I just sprung you from.

Is that perfectly clear to you?

Drive on!

- Begging your pardon, sir.
- Yes?

I have a young lady.

Thank you, sir.

Go inside. Go on.

Come in, girl.

Before the cold stops my blood.

I suppose I should have been
more aware.

But something in me cried out:

Here was the home of my dreams.

Here was not just wealth...

But escape.

Stand here.

And that's when I encountered.

The awesome presence
of Mrs. Allworthy.

To enlarge my understanding…

the Lord had delivered me to a soul.

With the alluring airs
of some great duchess.

And the survival instincts
of a country cat.

What a strange world.

Look what a curious young thing
the wind has blown in.

So, we're looking for a home?

- I'm willing to work for my keep.
- Just so…

but in these times there are so many…

who will labor for a roof.

- What makes you so special, Miss...?
- Flanders, ma'am.

It's Moll Flanders.

Miss Flanders.

What's your nature?

I'm learning to have a very fair manner.

Learning?

It seems to be a necessity
if one is to succeed.

So, you've been a trouble maker.

I've just stood for my rights.

I can't countenance poor behavior.

It displeases my guests.

Your last job?

I'm strong for my age.

I have an honest upbringing,
ma'am, and I won't eat too much.

Meaning you have no skills at all.

I have the memory never
to be told a task twice.

Hibble, my house is not a school.

Can you find in your heart
to try me, please?

If you think me lazy or I displease you…

throw me out, and you've lost nothing.

Miss Flanders. We have a contract, then.

Hubble, find her some victuals.

She's skinny.

You've got brass, girl.

There's not many stands up to her.

That was you?

I could never turn them away.

Steady! Easy there, easy.

Where are we going?

The Americas.

That's the end of the earth!

You have a reason to stay?

Do I have a choice?

Then I shall have to take my
chances with your mistress, shan't I?

- I'll do the best I can for you.
- Like you did for my mother?

Is something wrong?

I loathe ships.

I wouldn't mind meeting some pirates.

Of course you wouldn't.

And they'd kill you all
and make me their queen.

Oh, really.

They say this is just a channel…

and it gets worse in the Atlantic.

All right, all right.
My mother was evil. Awful.

I shall never follow in her
footsteps. Does that satisfy you?

So, throw away the cross.

What?

If you reject her,
then throw away the crucifix.

It's the only thing I have of hers.

Then I must on with her journal.

Damn, my eyes.

Your mistress must indeed
be an evil banshee…

if you're more scared of her
than you are of these waters.

There are more compelling
motives than fear.

"Mrs. Allworthy's constant..."
Are you listening?

Well, I'm not deaf, am I?

"Mrs. Allworthy's
constant contention was…

that all men are fortune hunters.

And, therefore, are fair game
to be hunted in return.

And that women, logically,
might as well be.

Taken advantage of
by one of their own sex.

Than just give themselves to
men and see no profit in it.

Ah, for your understanding, Flora…

this is rather…

delicate.

Do you know what the male
and female were intending?

Sure. I've seen dogs
in the street doing it.

Yes, well, it's not quite the same thing.

How do you know?
You're not a dog.

Huh.

"Mrs. Allworthy never forced a woman..."

Into her service.

But, like a good horse trainer…

she made sure that the process
became so familiar.

That it was quite natural
that one might eventually.

Be broken and saddled.

I viewed my new shelter
with the wisdom of the young…

so unaware as to how much
I was yet to learn.

Hibble!

Mr. Hibble!

Where the devil are you?

Oh, god!

She'll tear the hide off me.

You won't prattle on us?

Mr. Hibble!

I saw him.

You, girl? Where?

In, in the kitchen.

What are you doing here?
Are you being with him?

No, uh, I was looking for a place to rest.

I can see into your lying soul.

- Are you hiding something on me?
- Nothing, God's truth.

You better not have been with him!

You lazy trollop.

You work, or you leave.

Moll.

I'm a man of gratitude, Moll.

I'll remember.

You're all right, you are.

For a liar.

Was he hurting you?

Hurting me?

You'll learn.

What's so funny?

God must have a dark sense of humor...

Giving men them stupid whackers…

and us the desire to take them in.

But it passes near to
the beginning of creation…

for a feeling in your
body if it's done right.

And that's something
that sow can't take away.

Come. What's happened to you?

Went to a gentleman's house.

Come on, get warm.

Some gentleman if he
didn't pay for a carriage.

Mrs. A wouldn't let us get a cab.

She'd rather keep the money.

Uh-uh. Don't waste my wood.

But Polly's cold.

You know better.

If she stayed at the fever home…

how much would she earn you?

Set fire to her if you want.

Now, you, come dress me.

Extremely profitable evening last night.

Money's a faithful dog.

Never asks nothing…

guards and comforts like a friend.

But you gotta keep it close.
Strap me up, girl.

Taken my fingers to the bone, I have…

trying to breed this dog.

Day or night…

gonna be one dead robber…

tries to separate me from my hound.

I can't make up my mind about you.

I don't know if you're grateful or not.

I'm working my best to show it, ma'am.

No, you ain't showed your best.

That's for you to catch the men with…

make us both happy.

Fetch my gown.

No! The blue one!

It's Sunday. Can't wear red on Sunday.

Mother of God, you'll have
the blue-noses down on us.

For wearing red?

For everything
them and their women are not.

I've gotta take you in hand.

Hmm.

A man's nothing but a bull...

Beast of lust.

Say anything, do anything
to ease his urges.

God's not made a man
fit to be woven up with yet.

But there's precious few women…

who learn to lead them by the nose.

These are the most awesome
weapons you have, girl.

Prop them up…

and a man won't be able
to raise his eyes to your face.

Sit down.

Some of the finest gentlemen
in London come through my doors.

Wouldn't you want to
have power over such men?

So, all they could think of
was worshipping your young body?

I was raised catholic.

So was the virgin Mary, and
don't tell me she didn't do it.

That's blasphemy.

No, that's common sense, girl.

What are you saving yourself for?

Give yourself some pleasure.

Life's terrible short for some.

You never been kissed, I'll bet.

And why?

Two flat pieces of fish…

where there ought to be
a red ring of allure.

You've got to have
the innocence of a doll.

They wants the child in you.

And the eyes.

Tease them down there with your eyes.

When a man's part goes hard,
his brain goes soft.

That's when they'll say
or do anything to possess you.

That's when you feel the power.

Did you have this power over someone?

Every man who comes through my door.

Moll.

Was she bulling you about last night?

No. No, it's all right.

Thanks.

Edna and me...

Well, it's not love.

We have an ear for each
other's troubles, you know?

She's not so young anymore.

I don't want the mistress after her.

What would she do?

She's capable of anything.

There's no heart in the woman.

Escaped from Cardiff Prison hulks, I did.

With a highway alchemist named gay.

Oh. He could turn the lead
in his pistols to gold.

Mrs. Allworthy was his acquaintance.

She hid him and me.

But he died from a shot
he took while escaping.

For a while, she and I...

Lord, makes me strange
to say the words.

We shared the same bed.

I don't know what I done wrong…

but she turned on me.

Sudden.

She won't touch me…

but she won't set me free.

Here.

Thief.

One word from her
and my own skin will hang me.

I've got this thing in my head.

What thing?

If the likes of Mrs. Allworthy…

can have the gentry dance to her tune…

- I could have everything.
- No, Moll, no!

Get yourself out of here.

Find a farmer. Be a milliner's wife.

Have a common man
come home to you, lass.

Don't travel her road.
No good can come of it.

With her money,
I'd know how to be happy.

Mr. Hibble! Oh, lord, come quick!

Come on, ladies, come on.
Stand aside, stand aside.

- What's happened?
- Polly killed the pie man.

She murdered him?

Nah, the old geezer
would give us a pie or two…

for a twist in the larder.

Can't touch him! Can't touch him...

Damn, Polly, now we ain't never
gonna get any decent food.

Aw, but you should look
at the smile on his face.

Five guineas? Five guineas!
Now, surely, gentlemen…

I decided this wasn't prostitution.

That happened on street
corners and back alleys.

This was making friends
with eligible gentlemen...

Noble, rich prospective husbands.

This is not one of those young girls…

who swear to their virginity…

and then, then get you drunk…

so that you don't notice the difference.

No, this is the real thing.

All the mysteries of Eve
waiting to be unraveled.

Now, which of you noble gentlemen…

is going to take this gentle flower…

to the full blossom of her womanhood?

Fifteen guineas.

Fifteen guineas it is. Do I hear twenty?

I'll give you thirty!

Christ, Moll, don't sell
yourself for the bitch.

I know what I'm doing.

Forty guineas!

Forty guineas for sir William
and his lovely little dog.

Lovely!

Anyone for forty-five?

Now, gentlemen, gentlemen…

there will be only one night…

in this young lady's life…

in which, like a fine wine…

you will be able to taste her innocence.

- Fifty guineas.
- Fifty guineas!

Well done, fifty guineas.
Do I hear fifty-five?

I bid fifty-five guineas!

Fifty-five it is, Your Lordship.

Sixty? Sixty guineas!

- Do I hear sixty-five?
- Sixty-five!

I have sixty-five. Do I hear seventy?

One hundred guineas.

One hundred guineas!
That's put a price on her!

Anyone else?

One hundred guineas is a done thing.

Bravo! Bravo!

Prepare yourself for
the pleasures of a lifetime.

Thank you.

I can't. Not him. Please.

For god's sake, she's not ready.

Shut up.

For 100 guineas, I'd put
her in bed with the Devil.

Now, I hope I haven't
wasted my time with you.

I thought you had
some bone in your back.

Here. Find yourself. Go on. Go on.

But do him good, or you'll hear from me.

All right.

Come on. Come on.

He is fairly disgusting, isn't he?

I tried to prepare myself
for the mystery of life...

To be worshipped.

That night, I was not my most powerful.

Did you give him his 100 guineas' worth?

Worked myself up an appetite
tonight, I did.

Here, lass. Sit you down. I'm all right.

Oh, come on. Get the girl a gin.

I'll get you something to eat.

I've got it worked out.

If half the men that come have got wives…

it's the other half I'll invest in.

Don't build on it.

Once you've earnt your living
on your back…

there's precious few men will love you.

Here you go. This'll steady your nerves.

I know what I'm doing.

I know what I'm doing.

I was the sparrow of hope
looking for a nest.

Clergymen, scientists, parliamentarians…

insurance salesmen,
and even an Eton schoolboy.

I'm not ready yet. I'm not ready yet.

My life became a whirligig of sweating
men's bodies and fairy tale hopes.

I kept kissing frogs looking for a prince.

And finding only cold, green flesh.

The science of life developed the
other half of my female intuition.

Men feel least obligated
to those they can buy.

Finally, I thought
I was finding some light.

A gentleman from East Chizack.

He's mine, you bitch! He pays me!

I've been doing him for weeks!

Stop this. Stop it!

You're both bloody stupid.

The man's a servant.

He steals money to have you.

Ugh!

And Mrs. Allworthy abounded…

haunting the streets
in her new carriage…

allowing not a hint of sun.

To defile her precious white skin.

She found new and devious
methods to fatten her dog.

- What in hell are you doing here?
- Good morning!

Now, you see this entry?

It was a measure of nine months.

- Who's here, daddy?
- Hello!

God, woman, leave before my wife...

It is just a matter of you
giving a little support…

to the poor dear one over my shoulder.

Oh, he's a picture of you, isn't he, sir?

We traveled, playing
the same scene again and again.

It didn't matter that it was
the pie man's child...

The power of nine months and
the imagination of the guilty.

Served the purpose.

Have some money.

Polly says you're hurting.

She must have caught on.

- She sold Edna.
- What?

- She can't just sell someone.
- She's gone.

Gone to Ireland with a squire...

A widower who took a charm to her.

Lord help us, Hibble.

Edna will have a roof.

And a companion.

She was losing her bloom.

She might have put her in the street.

God help me.

You see before you a prince of pity, Moll.

The coward's coward.

I didn't know why
I could stand my own pains.

But Hibble's loss broke me.

I finally understood
how caged we all were.

Children, come away. You're all sinners!

Away. Come on. That's the Devil's place.

Come along! Come on!

For weeks I pushed myself
into a gin bottle.

Like one of those ships a sailor makes.

No, no! Not this one.

And while I solaced…

life prepared to play me again.

Now, she's five
guineas for what you'll want.

Right.

She's new. Very good.

She's very skilled
and extremely inventive.

Seven guineas.

Oh, no, sir…

she's the shame of my establishment.

Stupid girl won't be here long.
Men complained.

I just keep her to do the ones
the others won't.

Want to worship me?

Do you want to see my weapons of love?

- Molly!
- How much?

Half a crown.

And you'll be lucky
to get your money's worth.

Hello, darling.

What are you looking at?

Where the bloody hell do you live?

Taking me to heaven, are you?

God! You all right?

The steps are crooked!

It's an old house.

Don't believe in keeping order?

It's not pretentious,
but it serves my needs.

It's more than I've got.

Would you sit over there, please?

- Have you got a drink?
- I don't drink very often.

You will after tonight.

It's nothing personal.
I offend everybody.

What are you doing?

Why'd you pick me, anyway?

- 'Cause you were the cheapest.
- Now, there's a blow.

I wanted to, paint a woman.

You paid just to look at me?

What's wrong?

It's the strange ones
that hurt people like me.

Gin or whiskey?

I believe I could get
a bottle of something nearby.

Makes no difference.

Come on, mister.

Hello.

All I could find was whiskey.

It's all right.

- Don't touch that!
- Why not?

Oh, god!

It's all right. You're gonna kill me!

- No. It's all right.
- Please don't!

- You're not gonna hurt me?
- No.

Not unless I fall on you.

- True?
- Yes.

You bastard!

You scared me to death!

I may be an ignorant trollop,
but I still got feelings, you know.

I apologize. Speech is
not my first language.

I attempt to make a living
doing these studies.

I don't know whether
I'm an artist or a scientist.

Life fascinates me.
Everything has a purpose.

The way our hearts work, the way
our very blood flows around our body…

all fits together in a brilliant system.

But part of me really yearns
to catch what truly animates…

our human Clay.

What are you doing?

I want to see who I really bought.

Why?

Because you look like a drowned clown.

So do you.

There used to be more of me.

But the booze is thinning me down.

Must have drank himself to death.

Could you please keep a little more still?

I don't know how you sleep.

I beg your pardon?

With all these dead
folks' parts lying around.

What kind of person would let
you cut them up like Sunday joints?

People will them to science.

Well, this body ain't willing.

No matter how cheap it goes
when it's alive.

You're not very good, are you?

I don't have an egg for a head.

I'm only starting.

It's Rembrandt's lines of form.

I wouldn't copy him, not if he
painted people with eggs for heads.

Do you really not know
who Rembrandt is?

Not even if I'd slept with him.

Maybe that's your problem.

You can't live someone else's life.

You've got to do things your own way.

Please, sit down and let
me see what I've paid for.

A carriage? Have you left your senses?

Found 'em, more like.

Didn't I warn you?
What's wrong with your feet?

Nothing!

He wants me, every night,
for the next fortnight.

A carriage each way.

You?

Me.

Whatever you did to him,
teach it to the others.

I never touched him.

I'm shivering.
I've got bloody goosebumps.

Missed.

I wasn't aiming at you. Yes, you were.

Weren't.

Did I miss that time?

Would you please sit still?

I told you, I'm freezing.

It's freezing.

Just sit there, and hold this.

It looks just like a mirror of me.

It's good?

Brilliant.

It's not good?

It's just...

It's just so damn mechanical!

I'm there.

Yes, this muscle
is connected to this tissue…

Da Vinci could have made your eye
dance with a touch of light from his brush.

But he wasn't painting
the thing, the body…

he was capturing its, its spirit.

Well, the spirits in me
cost tuppence a quart, love.

You've the devil's
spirit in you, all right.

There's nothing in me.

Hard like a rock.

That way there's nothing
inside to get confused.

And the moon is made of green cheese.

Come.

You see the restrictions
of your mortal body?

Close your eyes.

Inside you…

there's so much space.

The cosmos.

You see?

Inside, you go on forever.

I'm stone.

- You want to paint another one?
- No.

I'm just the wrong woman.

It's not you.

I don't think these hands
will ever capture you.

You're a kind man.

Whoa.

Giddy-up.

Hello?

- Hello?
- Hello.

Ah!

That's the last of them.

Teach her the lesson.

I didn't know where else to go.

Who did this to you?

It happens.

Careful, Jonathan,
this is no stray kitten.

You don't know what kind of
person you're letting in your house.

Strangely, I find the mystery intriguing.

Send for me if she
has any sign of tremors.

Otherwise, it'll be a bad few
days before she's comfortable.

What are you doing?

I need a drink.

That's the last thing you need.

Damn you, do you know how I feel?

Angry, frightened, lost,
That's how I'd feel.

I'm not your friend.

He's right, you don't need
my kind in your house.

Gently.

Is it me you don't trust?

You're hurt. Stay!

I won't have a man tell me what to do!

All right then, please stay.

No.

Leave then! Banish yourself!

I'm telling you what to do.
Do you hear me?

My life's not some game.

Mine neither.

Well, good-bye.

Damn you. I haven't got
anywhere else to go!

I'll sleep on the floor.

No, I'll sleep on the floor.

You are the most contentious
person I've ever met!

You haven't lived much then, have you?

Days passed quickly in my new career.

In exchange for participating.

In the quest to capture
my soul in pigments and oils…

I was given food and lodging by a man.

Who subjected himself
to internal tortures.

Damn!

Let's not stay in today.
Let's go do something fun.

Just a second.

This then. Just like that.

I can't see you.

Got it?

Aah!

Is this anyone you know?

A rich widow from Wimbledon.

How come you haven't cut
anyone up since I got here?

I didn't want to disconcert you.

Well, that's your income.

From the looks of your
scrawny body and this place…

you haven't got two pence
to rub together.

You're a desperate man to
pay to paint me, I'll tell ya that.

But everything's on the surface, Moll.

There are different kinds of desperation.

Like what?

The mad hermit that I am.

Lived a wild life as a child.

I made wings from canvas and bamboo.

I wished to navigate
the atmosphere like a bird.

Instead, I studied gravity and
plunged 40 feet from the mill roof.

My body lay static for weeks…

but my mind traveled to places in fevers…

that are still vivid in me.

One man came and was
by my side day and night…

a very old doctor…

touched, I am told, by my inventiveness.

He exhausted himself.

I'm still here, old man.

Still testing the winds…

thanks to you.

My parents treated me as an invalid.

Frequently I would get sickly…

just to reinforce their smotherings.

I came to London
to become a knight of medicine.

But my stamina is insufficient
for the work of a physician…

so I dedicated my drawing to helping
those who are better specimens.

That child in me…

yearned to create the extraordinary.

A Parthenon.

A Sistine chapel.

And now…

I think I'd settle for creating anything…

that would give me
a sense of completion.

What do you want from life, Moll?

Nothin' anymore.

Come on, Moll. I bare my soul.

And I bare my bosoms.

We make a good pair.

Moll?

- Now, there's a sight.
- Can I speak with you private-like?

Yeah.

Hibble, what's happened to you?

- Moll, things ain't gone right.
- What's wrong?

Hello, Molly.

Driven off by the guardians
of morals, we were.

Lost my house, my girls...

Getting out of new gate
cost me my comfort, girl.

My faithful dog.

She's looking so good.

Isn't she, Hibble?

So nicely attired.

I think she's been finding
while we've been losing.

What do you want?

I took you in.

Put a roof over your head.

Kept you while you was on the booze.

Now you're coming back,
and you're gonna work for me.

I'm beyond you now.

Come with me or I'll put you
beyond everything.

Moll? Moll? She didn't tell me this.

I mean it.

- What's going on, Moll?
- Is that your business?

More than you think.

Oh, you got yourself a lover boy, Molly!

Haven't you learned about men yet?

He'll burn you. You're better off with me.

Don't doubt I will use this.

One small shot like that,
so few grains of powder…

might kill me, most likely not.

But I swear I'll live long enough.

To run this blade
through your body six times…

and dance upon your grave
before I drop.

Someone get a magistrate!

Not here, not today.

You ain't worth my spit.

Let alone my neck.

I'll have memory of this. You'll pay me.

I already did.

Moll, I'm sorry.

Here, have some bread.

I'm sorry.

Was that gun that useless?

I lied.

And…

rather well, I thought.

Well?

Take your boots off!

You have yours on!

I haven't been outdoors.

This is very unimportant.

Angry 'cause I cleaned for you?

Don't do this again.
I'll never find anything.

There. Back where it was.

God! That felt good!

For a while, our lives went on...

Two strange companions
in the circles of life.

Madam.

I wasn't long, was I?

"No, Moll. Not long at all."

That's a fine perfume.

She was very pretty.
It's not what you think.

I didn't know she was coming.

Again.

If she's what you need...

There are things I haven't told you.

You don't have to tell
the likes of me anything.

Let's just get this over
with. Civilized. I'm leaving.

Slow down, damn you.

That woman was my sister. She brings me
medicines. A little money from my family.

- Then, how does her kind like
you having me for a lodger?
- It's not for her to know.

- So, you don't want her to know?
- It's her I don't trust.

It's all a mistake.

Either I want you committed…

or i want you to free yourself now.

Committed?

- To me.
- What?

Every night when you're asleep…

I look at you…

and I fear one thing.
That you might not be here.

Don't you understand?
I'm going to fail you.

I can accept that.

No, feel that!

That's nothing compared to
the pain that comes with me!

Let me love you.

Do I hide when your family come to visit?

I'll tell them everything
if that's what you want.

Yeah, they hung her mother.
Feel that!

She slept with hundreds
of men! Feel that!

She's a bitch and a
trollop! And I hate you!

This is madness!

Forgot me bleedin' stupid shoes.

Put them under the bed, Moll.

I'd had sex with many a man…

but this was the first time,
I'd made love.

He willed his soul into me.

We were one…

a fusion of passion
and unspoken knowledges.

We were a united force.

Pushing back the darkness
in each other's lives.

Is something wrong?

I always thought I had to
be rich to own the stars.

Moll…

I want you to be my wife.

Wake me up in the morning
and say that.

I mean it.

We'll see if there's some
chance with your family first.

Then I'll answer.

If you say so.

Feeling cold?

No, that's not what I'm feeling.

Welcome! Welcome home!

Is that your father? Is that him?

No, it's not going to be that easy, Moll.

Welcome home!

The master's home!

Steady, boy, steady.

Whoa, whoa.

No.

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, this was your idea.

Oh, god.

No, thank you. Thank you.

This is Moll Flanders.

Hello. No, Moll.

This is my mother, and
this is my sister Charlotte.

It's a pleasure to meet you formally.

The paintings...
I feel like we've already met.

Yeah, well, I'm sure you've
nearly seen all of me.

Your father will be joining us. Please.

Well, at least his body is working well.

Is there anything
you would wish for, ma'am?

No. We'll have some wine.

You know how your father
feels about alcohol.

Some red wine, Gareth.

I brought it with me in the carriage.

Moll, let me explain the
little hypocrisies of my family.

All this comes from the success
of the family's breweries.

It is an honest business.

Profiting from the sins of the little man.

What school did you go to,
Miss Flanders?

Um, convent of the sacred heart.

Nice place, sort of.

It provides work for the indolent.

It is an honest business.

But please, let us not spoil what
is truthfully a wondrous occasion.

My son has returned home.

So much has happened
since you've been away.

But we can share all that later.

But god so help me, if you…

wanted a woman at last…

surely it was paid for one.

Oh, I did. Moll is my model.

And my fiancee.

For a few pennies,
she's helped me find myself...

An experience you've denied me…

for the duration of my existence.

Patience.

My dear?

It's obvious my son
finds you very attractive.

Whatever you wish…

name it.

A thousand guineas?

Five thousand? Ten thousand?

Here.

This is worth more than
you could earn in a lifetime.

You can buy yourself a future…

without taking my son's away.

All my life I've dreamt
of owning something like this.

Funny, I thought I'd feel more.

I know who I am.
And what I've been.

And so does your son.

I just thought maybe there'd be
some chance I'd fit into your family.

That would have made me
the proudest living thing.

But no one can separate me
from this man.

Unless he tells me
he wants me to leave him.

I love him enough to do that.

But you can't buy me away.

This is all my fault, you know.

I swear, it is my mistake.

I should have never sent the boy
to school in London.

Observe, Moll.

Great money does not
a great human make.

My son tells me that I have
never demonstrated love for him.

Well, let me see how I can do that.

Well, I can at least protect him.

If you marry her…

I shall not only disinherit you…

I shall excommunicate you.

- As God is my judge!
- Enough!

You keep sending my sister to
London with money to seduce me…

but you never once came yourself!

Oh, I didn't always take the money.

And sometimes I thought I might fold…

and run back like some scared rabbit.

But I haven't.

And I never will..

As long as Moll is at my side.

If pain…

is the proof of our devotion...

Nothing hurts me more today…

than the anguish which you
have caused my wife-to-be.

With this ring…

I thee wed.

Where's that wine bottle?

Where's the wine bottle?

He found me in the mirror.

He became as fertile in his imagination.

As I was in my belly.

We experienced
a delirious, timeless peace.

It's moving.

Keep still. Both of you.

It's a girl, Moll. I know it's a girl.

I'll be jealous if you love her too much.

If I close my eyes, I have
enough love for the world…

and you at the center of it.

You haven't a canny
thought in your head, do you?

Flora.

I had a nanny by that name.

She often stood between
me and my mother.

Flora.

I think it's a beautiful name.

"If, in the act of creating humankind...

God mirrored in us his image…

we and he are therefore equal in
the struggle for rational knowledge..."

Will you sit still?

- I am sitting still!
- You're not sitting still!

"We and he should not be
condemned for our failures…

nor lose our wonder at our successes."

So, student!

What do you think?

I think you really do
have an egg for a head.

Let me see this insult.

Please. No.

Please.

I love you, too.

I'm not climbing those
stairs again. It's your turn next.

- How's it going?
- Fine.

That's pretty.

What is that?

It's nothing.

It's nothing.

Yeah.

I'll send one of my people over.

With a child in you, you should leave.

Nothing will make me leave.

I already threw her out twice.

I'll find a way, no matter what the cost.

I'm serving him as if he were my brother.

It's not a matter of cost. It's smallpox.

If you're a doctor, then cure him!

He's trying his best, Moll.

He's doing his best.

"And if she chance to nod,
I'll rail and brawl."

"And with the clamor,
keep her still awake."

"This is a way to kill
a wife with kindness."

You see? I could teach you
a thing or two.

You always could.

Keep reading to me, Moll.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

That's enough. You need to get your rest.

You're gonna get better.

I will if only to stop you
getting mad at me.

If I could put my blood
in your body, I would.

I know.

I know.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Moll? Moll?

What?

- My, my boots!
- Your boots?

I want you to put my boots on.

Your boots on?

What are you talking about?

I want you to wear my boots.

Are they dancing boots?

These your dancing boots?

You're so silly.

All right.

There. You happy?

You're going to have to
wear them for both of us.

Oh, don't.

- And for Flora.
- Stop.

I, I…

I, know you can do it.

I found my creation in you.

It's life.

God is love, Moll.

Love is God.

I love you so much.

Give me your hand.

So, so, so bright.

Why not me?

Why can't you take me?

"Why not me?"

"Why didn't you take me?"

I bet he wouldn't have
let her abandon me…

if he'd lived.

Well, time to sleep.

No, don't stop.

No, it's time.

Come on.

Five pounds.

A desecration.

You could use the money.
It could help others.

He already did.

I have his letter of bequest.

No man who touches him
will live to get out that door.

I'll give you time to think this over.

I stayed beside him for two days.

I feared if I left for a single moment…

they would take him.

I used our savings to make him safe.

I buried him beside the old doctor.

I wanted him to have a companion.

In his last great adventure.

I had heard that letting one's blood flow.

Was as near a painless death
as could be achieved.

But life was not finished with me yet.

I don't know what manias
overcame me...

But if it was madness,
it was also a strange lucidity.

We had not fused our souls in my belly…

to make a mockery of all our efforts.

I felt that there was
no living soul I could trust.

I feared his family would take the baby…

in an instant.

So, I determined to bring our
child forth alone into this world.

Surrounded with her father's spirit.

I was determined that the first thing…

to brush the child's eyes…

would be the beauty
that her father had created.

Okay, Flora, it's all right.

It's all right.

It's your cross.

In order to put food in our mouths…

I was expending my memories.

Even the best…

I'll give you one shilling.

That's very special to me.

Five shillings.

I'll give you two
shillings, and that's all.

All right.

Three pence, six pence,
nine pence, one shilling.

But in my darkness…

I found a great joy in my new memories.

I love you, too.

I left my child with a neighbor, a widow.

I trusted her.

She'll be fine, Missy.

We were united
in our understanding of grief.

I had used up my local area.

And had to forage further afield.

I was failing…

and failure meant
I could not feed my child.

Watch out!

My mind was racing.

Part didn't know what was happening.

Another part heard
the devil in me, screaming...

All I could see was my child.

The horror and the risk
nearly overwhelmed me.

It's her!

Thief! Thief! Thief!

Thief! Thief!

Thief! Thief!

I didn't do anything!

I didn't do it!

Hold!

Hold!

Why? That's my servant girl.

Out of my way!

I paid for them clothes.
How dare you get them filthy?

I was just driving by.
I didn't have you on my mind.

I didn't do anything. Look at her shaking.

Eyes like a rooster seeing the axe.

Where's your little lover boy?

Dead.

He's left you to the gallows, girl.

You want my help now?

Are you sure?

Eh?

I said you'd pay.

Your life is mine.

Give me one soul…

who saw my girl in your shop.

My girl may be stupid,
but she's innocent.

And when you accuse her,
you accuse me.

I have a lawyer who'll sue
you out of house and home!

But I have a generous nature.

Fifty pounds will repair this slander.

Or we can go to the barristers right now.

My life closed in again.

But at least I could trade my humiliation.

For food for my child.

Found a friend in life,
our Mrs. Allworthy.

That pipe has done wonders
for her disposition.

She used to be miserable.

Now she's bleedin' intolerable.

Oh, we made a pretty little contract.

Haven't we, Moll?

Now this time, you better live up to it.

Oh, rub my feet.

Their tired.

Now, bitch.

Or you'll end up just like your mother.

Then, I believed in a crueler
species above mere humans…

their power comes from
so much strength of self…

that it freezes us like rabbits
to be torn to shreds.

The journey took us through
part of the city I had never seen.

Where are we going?

My luck's been changing, Moll.

You're the living proof.

Can't seem to put a foot wrong.

'Tis a Grant of her majesty's lands…

signed by the prime minister
of England himself.

An old customer of mine.

I plotted the most simple of coups…

filled my faithful dog with comfort…

bought a home in the new world.

Fit for a merchant prince.

Wanted me about as far away
from London as one can get.

So, we're all going together.

Like a family.

Are we leaving?

Mrs. Allworthy.

The next tide.

Mrs. Allworthy.

Mrs. Allworthy!

I have to get my girl.
I've got to get my baby!

You ain't goin' nowhere!

I can't leave without my baby!

I'll fetch her, Moll.

There's time. I'll fetch her.

All right?

What have you.

On Stepney Lane, where you found me.

Second floor. See Mrs.
O'Malley. Mrs. O'Malley.

I'll find her.

Oy, blackie!

Got any news from the devil?

Ow! Ugh.

Sent you that.

How'd you like it?

Ugh.

There was a...

There was a fire on Stepney Lane.

- I've got to go!
- No! No! No!

They said they got
as many out as they could.

But God help me, I looked.
I couldn't find them.

- No! No!
- I've failed you, Moll.

Hold her.

Hold her, Hibble.

It's her baby, ma'am! One less mouth.

For god's sake!

I said, hold her, Hibble.

Let me go!

Now get her on that ship...

Or I'll see you hanged alongside her.

No! No!

A torment.

A pain so deep it cut through my soul.

I had sworn if I ever had a child…

the Devil himself couldn't
pull it from my breast.

Then, I knew deep in me
that my child had lived.

Damn that woman!

There's no balance to life.

We're the meek. We're
supposed to inherit the earth.

It's a terrible thing, Moll.

But I still care for the wretched woman.

Mrs. Allworthy! Mrs. Allworthy!

Mrs. Allworthy!

The ship! It's the ship!

There!

Welcome home, Mr. Hibble. Thank you.

My mistress welcomes you.

She wants to see you alone, Mr. Hibble.

I shan't be long.

This way, ma'am.

Made a good impression
on the missus, you did.

She could hardly tell.

I spoke well of you.

She bids you complete your task.

There's only a few more pages.

What does this woman want of me?

Nothing.

Everything.

Every night we crossed the Atlantic…

I dreamed of my child.

I had to believe
I had something to live for.

Excuse me, love.

With Hibble's help, I obtained
a spare purser's log.

And I worked on this memoir
to talk to my child.

The mizzenmast!

Tie everything down!

Quick, before we lose her!

Give me a hand here, will ya?

Jack to the ace. Diamonds are trumps.

Ace to bet.

Ace bets.

Oh, God Almighty.

That's rough.

- Here.
- What?

There! Rocks!

- Captain Jarvis, are all men on deck?
- What's going on?

Come on! Come on!

- Ah!
- Oh, god!

We're going down!
We're doing down!

We're taking heavy water!

I'm gonna drown! I can't swim!

- Put it on me!
- Too heavy! You'll drown!

- You're young, you're strong!
- Ma'am, come on!

- Put it on!
- Come on!

- Hibble, my book!
- I'll get it!

- Where is it?
- By the trunk!

Go! Hurry!

I can't swim!

Ah!

Water's coming in!

Ah!

Moll! Come here, girl!

Too heavy!

Help me!

Help me, Moll!

I can't swim!

Help me, please!

Not this hand nor this body!

Call this murder, but never again!

- Damn you to hell!
- Never again!

Moll!

Hibble!

- Moll!
- Hibble!

Moll! Where are you?

Moll!

The name of Moll Flanders.

Was lost forever beneath
the waters of that storm.

I learned about the courage
of living from your mother.

But it never set well in my body.

It was on a beach
very much like that one…

that I learned the truth of myself…

because the Lord spared
only one other from that ship.

I think it was to test me.

No more stories.

No more bleedin' lessons!

Flora, you don't understand! Flora!

Flora, please!

Flora!

Flora!

I hate you! I hate all of you!

She's still in here! Mine until I die!

Flora?

For nine years, Flora…

I kindled a spark of hope…

the tiniest candle flame keeping
your mother from the dark.

As Mrs. Allworthy, she has
everything a physical body could need.

Except her soul.

Now it's a matter of trust.

Now you know enough of our
deceptions to hang us both.

I wanted you to hear my story.

I wanted nothing but
the truth between us.

I never knew my own mother.

Never felt her, or smelled her hair.

I swore that terrible fate
would not befall my baby.

But I failed you.

And despite my…

deepest fear…

that my own flesh and blood
might reject me…

we have enough to send you
anywhere in the world.

The choice is yours, Flora.

Do with the truth as you will.

Oh, mother!

Finding this was easier than finding you.

That seemed like a lifetime.

It's your father, Flora.

I love his spirit you carry in you.

We danced like sparrows
around the flame of each other…

fluttering and gliding on
the currents of our emotions.

We celebrated in the great truth…

that I had learned from her father:

All men and women are created equal.

We are one being.

Humankind.

♫ The winter was cold and bitter ♫

♫ It chilled me to the bone ♫

♫ I hadn't seen the sun for weeks ♫

♫ Too long, too far from home ♫

♫ I felt like I was sinking ♫

♫ And I clawed for solid ground ♫

♫ I was pulled down by the undertow ♫

♫ I never thought I could feel so alone ♫

♫ Oh, darkness, I felt like letting go ♫

♫ Fall out of strength and,
all out of courage ♫

♫ Come and lift me from this place ♫

♫ I know I can love you
much better than this ♫

♫ Full of grace, full of grace ♫

♫ My love ♫

♫ It's better this way ♫

♫ I said ♫

♫ Haven't seen this place before ♫

♫ Where everything we said and did ♫

♫ Hurt us all the more ♫

♫ It's just that we stayed too long ♫

♫ In the same old sickly skin ♫

♫ I was pulled down by the undertow ♫

♫ I never thought I could feel so alone ♫

♫ Oh, darkness, I felt like letting go ♫

♫ Fall out of the strength and,
all out of the courage ♫

♫ Come and lift me from this place ♫

♫ I know I can love you
much better than this ♫

♫ Full of grace ♫

♫ I know I can love you
much better than this ♫

♫ It's better this way ♫